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78 ∂ WindoW, bird, sky dAy six Morning Minyan A quorum of small black birds settles on the birch outside the window: ten of them, enough to pray the most sacred prayers. Whom do they beseech, for what do they pray with their too-toos and dee-dee-dees? Do they ask for grace? Cannot be. They already have it. Do they seek forgiveness? For what? They cannot help but do what birds do. Do they need healing? Perhaps one of them has broken a wing? Or are they singing praises of the Creator? Of the creation? Of the many ilks and varieties of bird? You would like to stay and find out, but you have no time this morning. No time no time no time no time chants our species. Dit-dit-dit, dit-dit-dit, dit-dit-dit-dit cry the birds as they fly away. Minyan: Traditionally, the minimum number of adults required for communal recitation of certain prayers. ...

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